His eyes gleamed. “Oh really? Well, I’ve an idea of something new you could try.”
I had the distinct feeling I knew where he was heading. “Mm-hmm.” I narrowed my gaze. “I thought I said something about changing the subject.”
“But it’s such a delightful subject.” The hint of a whine in Chandler’s voice was comical. “And if you haven’t even tried it….”
I arched my eyebrows. “I don’t recall mentioning that I’d never tried bottoming,” I said in a low voice. The hitch in his breathing was delicious. I pressed ahead. “But before you get any ideas, I made my feelings very clear, if you remember. I said it would take an exceptional man to get me to bend over for him.”
“And if I’m that man?” Chandler said softly. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
Not for the first time, I imagined his thick dick spearing into me, allowing me that exquisite feeling of fullness. And for you, I might.
Instead of replying, I called for the check. When the server went to find the card reader, Chandler frowned. “Who says you’re paying for dinner? Can’t I pay my share?”
I waved my hand. “You can get the check next time.” I smiled. “Especially as you apparently plan on doing this again.” My response seemed to mollify him. I paid the check, and once I’d pocketed my wallet, I got to my feet. Chandler joined me, and we walked slowly out of the restaurant onto the busy street. Traffic hurried past us, and the horizon of tall buildings appeared dark against the backdrop of a reddening evening sky.
“Well, I guess it’s goodnight.” Chandler put on his jacket and slung his bag over his shoulder.
For the third time in one day, I couldn’t put a brake on my mouth. “It doesn’t have to be.”
He gazed at me with interest. “Really?”
I nodded. “Why don’t you come back to my place for a drink?” My pulse quickened. What was it about Chandler that made me want his company? That made me reluctant to walk away from him?
Damned if I knew.
“A drink?” His lips twitched.
I chuckled. “Yes, a drink. Maybe two. Is that acceptable?”
Chandler beamed. “Very.”
It seemed I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want this night to end.
I paid the taxi driver, and then led Chandler toward the apartment building. Neither of us had said much on the way there, but it had been a pleasant, comfortable silence. Now that we got closer to my apartment, however, a trickle of anticipation skittered down my spine. I knew where this evening might lead, and although it had been a few hours since we’d fucked, my dick was already stiffening at the thought of sliding into that tight arse once more.
Better fucking than talking. Fucking was way safer.
I opened my front door, and stood aside to let him enter. Chandler removed his jacket and gestured to the living room. “In there?”
“Did you plan on investigating another room?” I asked in amusement, like the idea hadn’t already crossed my mind.
“That depends.” Chandler paused at the living room door. “Is there a room you’d like me to see?”
“Possibly.” My heartbeat was racing again.
Chandler smiled. “I thought I came here for a drink.”
“Correct.” Unable to stop myself, I stepped closer to him and cupped his cheek. “But the drink can wait.” I leaned in, my heart pounding, and kissed him on the lips.
Chapter 7
Stu
Chandler stiffened, and I pulled back my hand, my stomach churning. “Something wrong?” I could have sworn he wanted this as much as I did.
He swallowed. “It’s just that… I kinda thought you didn’t kiss.”
Relief bubbled up inside me. “Do you have some strong objections to kissing me?”
His eyes widened. “Fuck no. I’ve wanted to—”
That was as far as I was letting him go. I pushed him against the wall and sealed my lips to his. Chandler moaned and opened for me, allowing me to explore him. I molded my body to his, conscious of the erection he couldn’t hide. I ground my own hard dick against it, loving the way his moans multiplied. He went to put his arms around my neck, but I was having none of that. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall above his head, before deepening the kiss.
I wanted to fucking own that mouth.
Chandler gasped and I drew back. “Whoa.” He was breathless as hell. “Slow down.”
“Why?”
“Because…” His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing shallow. “Maybe… maybe I want a change of pace.”
“You want?” I let go of one wrist and dragged his hand down to my steel hard cock, pushing against the zipper of my pants. “Maybe this is about what I want.”
“I get it, you call the shots, but…” Chandler looked me in the eye, and I stilled. I couldn’t help it. There was a nakedness in his gaze that undid me.
“But what?” My voice was softer this time. I wanted to hear what he had to say.
“We just did the whole frantic fuck thing,” Chandler said simply. “In fact, every time we’ve done anything, it’s been hard and fast.” He drew in a deep breath. “So all I’m saying is… can we try slow and… sensual?” He gave a lopsided grin. “You know, maybe in a bed? Taking our time? I mean, there are no cleaning staff about to discover us. No employees around to walk in on us. What is so goddamn wrong with making it last?”
I was about to tell him that he was right the first time—I called the shots—when something stopped me. His words had conjured up this image of us in my bed, making out, touching, him intimately tracing my body with his tongue…
With a shock, I realized this was something I hadn’t experienced in a very long while.
Maybe it was about fucking time.
I took a breath, and there it was, that scent of his that kept stirring me. I locked gazes with him. “Absolutely nothing wrong with it.” I let go of his wrist, took his hand, and led him through the apartment to my bedroom, my heart racing.
Once inside, we resumed kissing, only now it was slow, deliciously slow, and I loved it. We were still standing, we had our clothes on, and I didn’t mind. What mattered was the feel of his lips against mine, his hands on my shoulders, his scent in my nostrils. Christ, I wanted to drown in that smell.
Chandler walked me backward toward the bed, and I let him, our mouths fused in kiss after kiss. We both kicked off our shoes, our jackets discarded on the floor. He pushed me onto my back, and I went with it, pulling him on top of me, stifling a moan at the feeling of that hard body against mine. I let him lead, because I already knew the outcome: it would be my cock in his arse, and no amount of sensuous foreplay was going to change that.
But damn, he felt amazing.
Before my brain got too fogged by lust, I emptied my pants pockets, tossing the packet of lube onto the bed, the remnants of my supplies for our after-work assignation. Chandler blinked, and I smiled. “What can I say? I believe in being prepared.”
Chandler’s eyes twinkled. “Don’t tell me. You were a boy scout.”